This is Halloween

Children running around,
Dressed in costumes,
Door to door,
Looking for candy.

Parents had unsuspectingly sent their children out,
Thinking nothing bad will happen.

They were wrong.

There are two kinds of Halloween people,
The good ones who give out candies,
The bad ones who kidnap children,

And there's me.

The scariest thing alive,
Some call me a beast,
It's not my fault that I'm an "undead freak."
I am human,
With many different characteristics.

You may say you like steak,
I like to eat people.
I'm cannibalistic really.
Nothing too bad about that, right?

People have seen me complete my actions,
But none never lived to tell the tale.
There was this one time though,
It was last year,
On the night of Halloween.

I was lurking around in my favorite spot,
The alley between the liquor store and the bank.
When these two little children,
Dressed as Jack and Sally,
Walked into my view.

I walked out behind them,
Cigarette in hand.
I followed them for what seemed like an hour,
Then I got closer to them.

Once I was within arms reach of them,
I snatched them up quick.
The one dressed as Jack quickly bit my arm,
Sally was kicking and screaming.

I pressed my finger to my pursed lips.
They soon did stop all the fuss they were making.
Never have I gotten such willing victims.
Most continued until I finally snapped their necks.

I got to my home,
The children had fallen asleep.
I sat them on my couch,
Walked to my kitchen,
I thought about how I wanted to kill them...
Or at least how to start.

I was pondering,
For what seemed like hours.
Then the idea finally hit me.
What if I went to the old abandoned morgue?
If I used the table to drain their blood?

I found this idea quite suiting.
I wrapped Jack and Sally in a blanket,
Put them in the back seat of my car,
and drove towards the morgue.

I had all of my "equipment" in the front seat;
knives, pots,
pans, plates.
Everything a cannibal would need.

I pulled around back,
As to not draw suspicion.
I pulled the children out from the backseat,
Who knew they could be such heavy sleepers?

The morgue was silent,
Deathly silent.
I had come here once before,
But I knew how everything worked.

I placed Jack upon the table first.
Before anything,
I was sure to knock him out.
Chloroform sure does help.

I stuck the needle into his skin neck,
The blood flow started instantaneously.
I have already prepared my pots,
For his body parts.
The time passes so quickly,

Now it's Sally's turn.

She gets placed on the table,
Then knocked out with the Chloroform.
The needle goes into her neck,
Blood starts pouring out of her dainty little body.
I almost feel bad.
Almost.



They're finally done draining.
I taste their blood,
Sweet and playful,
Like any child's should be.

I walk over to the stove,
Placed there for morticians who worked late.
I put water in my largest pot,
And I let it boil.

I see Jack and Sally laying motionless,
It almost makes me feel bad.
But I'm a cannibal,
Why the hell would I care?

I take them both and cut them into sections,
Head, Torso,
Arms, Legs,
Hands, Feet.
I would never eat their feet.
That's nasty.

I first place their hands into my boiling pot.
I add just enough blood to tint the water a nice crimson.
Being a cannibal isn't hard,
It just requires skill.

I quickly eat the hands,
Then I do the same with the other body parts.
My momma always told me to feed desire.
I stayed at that morgue all night.

I got up the following morning,
I awoke to the scanner that I brought along going off.
"Two children went missing last night.
One as Jack Skellington,
The other as Sally.
If you know about these children,
Call the police department"
The voice said.

I quickly got to my feet,
Checked my shirt for any blood stains,
And I ran to my car.
I drove back to my house as fast as I could.

I was too late,
Police were sitting in my driveway.
Guns aimed at my car.

"Otis Driftwood!
Get out of the car!
You're under arrest for the murder of two children and cannibalism."

I'm not the kind of person who "obeys" too well,
But they were smart enough to find out that I was a cannibal.
So I got out,
Willing to put up a fight.

"Three hundred to one?
You guys are sure unfair!
Hahahah!"
I spat on the ground.

They rushed after me,
Soon they had me pinned to the ground,
Hands behind my back,
With handcuffs around my wrists.

Those kids were the best meal I had ever had,
And I paid the price for it.
I was hanged at the stake.

It was all worth it.
Because,
This is Halloween,
Why not enjoy it?